I just got home. I have chips and I'm going to eat them in bed, I think I might also have a glass of milk! No! red wine :) hope you escape soon. I have an 8am meeting so I think I'll inhale my healthy dinner and collapse in a heap,

which is the least subtle code for 'we're annoyed at you' in the world. To be fair they have full license to be so all I can really do is apologise, but it can't happen until the other flatmate gets back from wherever she is so I just have to sit around and wait until then

i've lived alone (and I do LOVE it) but I've cecided if i do stay in London for a bit, I want to move into a LARGE house share. ONe where you have a garden and big fuck-off rooms and a huge dining kitchen. And maybe three or four boys to look after me and get me out of scrapes. They will ideally play football and /or rugby and be like my adopted brothers. Yes, this is the only way I'm going to stay in london short of marrying really well really fucking quickly.

My mum is not speaking to me (I only know this because my dad phoned to tell me) because I apprently did something to her new kitchen table when I was home 2 weeks ago and it's stained and she's had to get a man who is an expert in marble in from somewhere like DUmfries. WHich is pretty far away, to be fair. I think this is the straw to break the camel's back where they are concerned with me, and quite right too. I'm well old enough to know better than to act like such a careless tit in someone else's house. I haven't said sorry though. I'm head burying, for now.

Almost got stuck in Bristol. Quite glad I didn't, on a train home now. Going to be at my house for an entire week, don't think that's happened since about June. Not really sure what to do when I'm at home.

Wish the guy upstairs would turn his fucking music down. Have asked him already. Fed up of his barely-disguised look of 'you're a boring cunt' whenever I ask. Is it boring to not have to listen to your music in my flat?

have been feeling a bit- well, very- lonely for a while now. I've got good friends, but even around them it feels as if I'm putting on an act and playing this clownish stereotype, without which I don't have a personality.

I go out too much and spend too much money because I don't like being alone by myself.

Bit of a weird post, sorry. Just feeling a bit like everything is null and sort of muggy inside of me. Might go to bed.